Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 13:17:21 GMT -5
The scene opens to an open office area. There is a small desk in the right corner with a wall length painting centered perfectly above the desk. There is a typical office plant in the left corner. A window shows the back drop of skyscrapers and a beautiful downtown skyline. Michael Soloman stands in the middle of the screen with his back to the camera. He is dressed in a long black overcoat that covers his entire backside.
Lies…what are lies? I spoke of magic previously, but you T.K., you bring up lies…
Michael walks a slow pace over to the desk and sits down. It’s extremely dark in the office, the lighting from the outside casts a shadow over his face, the only thing visible to the cameras are his hands.
But who is the liar? Is that me T.K.? Is that the “Government Godfather” as you so eloquently put it. Or is the liar your own conscience. Is the lie a poor childhood? Is the lie the trust issues that you developed over the course of such a rough upbringing? The lies that continued into your adult life as you fled the truth, afraid to admit that the people you trusted most betrayed you. The lies that caught up with you, the lies that cost your mother her life, the lies that cost your adult film star, drug addicted girlfriend hers as well? The lies that led to your body being covered in scars? The lies that justify your use of prescription drugs? Lies, my friend….all lies.
Michael flips the desk lamp on to reveal papers scattered all over the desk. He grabs a large stack and leans back in his chair as the camera zooms out to reveal his full body.
So what is the lie, T.K. At the very heart of the matter, lies are the simple truths that we fail to validate. It’s easier to call them fiction. It helps us to justify our decisions, it helps us cope with our reality. Reality is a realm that you choose not to play in T.K. At the end of the day, I dabble in magic, I dabble in the fictions, but I must play in reality. T.K. as you sat on your couch watching wrestling, searching for a father figure or simply searching for a friend, your view of reality became skewed, your perceptions became distorted. The lies you began to tell yourself created an alternate reality, a reality where your actions were justified, a reality that said vigilante justice is OK for some but not for all. That’s why you couldn’t face the truth, it’s why you couldn’t pull the trigger on your mother. It was OK for others, but not for you. Other people’s mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts or uncles, but not for T.K. We must all pay the price of our decisions, yet you T.K. have yet to take accountability for your actions. Always lying to yourself, justifying your actions, carrying the burden of those decisions…BURNING, always BURNING!!!
T.K. just like most, you define your successes and celebrations based on a simple win or a loss. You count your years of success in previous endeavors and use that success to justify the spot you are in today. You look at your failures the same way. You look at your scars as a necessity, justifying them as needed, justifying them through the lies you continue to tell yourself. You look at them as a way to justify your victories and your past successes. Were they necessary, T.K.? Did they make your victory any sweeter? Did the profit, justify the cost?
Michael begins to flip through the stack of papers he picked up
I choose to define success and failure a little differently. Sometimes when you lose T.K., you actually win. It forces you to reassess patterns, it forces you to reassess the role you play. The role of villain, the role of the bad son, the role of mercenary. The role the gods place upon you is just that, it’s a role, it’s ultimately your choice to conform. Life is a chess game, T.K. Some people are pawns, some are rooks, some are knights, valiantly guarding the king. The fact that you believe any of this is about you T.K. only shows your misdiagnosis of the situation. As I look over these papers, T.K. it’s all there. The rough childhood in Norfolk, the collection role, the flight to LA, the death of your mother and hooker girlfriend.
Michael picks up a picture of Chloe, T.K.’s adult film star ex-girl friend.
Nice.
He turns it sideways again and tilts his head…
Very nice, I can see why she was such a star.
He tosses the picture back down on the desk and continues his focus back to the papers.
It’s all contained here…so what exactly is false? What exactly do you deem a lie? As I hear you say those words, T.K. I ask, are you trying to convince me they are false or are you trying to convince yourself? Are you trying to convince me that the decisions you made in life are justified or do you see the man you have become and realize that role is no longer pleasant? You asked me to leave and never come back, your reaction was visceral, did I strike a nerve? Or do you look in the mirror and realize I’M THE MAN YOU’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE? You don’t want to be me, T.K. you couldn’t handle the responsibility. I mean the only time you’ve had responsibility in your life….well I digress.
T.K. somewhere, whether it was in your delusional childhood, or one of the many beatings you received in your previous promotion, or possibly during one of your many prescription pill induced hallucinations, you have justified your existence through the belief in your lies. You can call the “Government Godfather’s” information false. You can believe that the documents are altered, but your reaction to them tells me otherwise. Your reaction screams of a man being forced to face the truth, a reaction of a man whose past is catching up to him, the reaction of a man who has a lot to lose.
Michael picks up another piece of paper from the desk.
Everything to lose, as a matter of fact.
Michael silently eyes a piece of paper for what seems like an eternity.
T.K., fear not, the truth will set you free. At Return to Glory V, T.K. there will come a point, a single solitary second, a moment, a moment of revelation. A moment where you realize, I am not the reaper. I am not in PCW to destroy T.K. Money, let’s face it; you’re just a pawn in the grand scheme of it all. The lie is that you are an important piece of the puzzle, when the truth is you are here because I need you to be. That’s right; the truth is I am dependent upon you T.K. I’m dependent upon your moment of realization, I’m dependent upon your epiphany. I’m not here to destroy you T.K., I’m here to ensure your self-preservation.
Michael sets the papers back down on the desk, he jumps out of his chair and begins to place his ear to the wall.
Wait, what’s that….
T.K., how do you know I’m not one of the bad guys…
He continues to hold his ear to the wall and carry on a conversation as if T.K. was on the other side.
That’s right, you don’t know a thing about Michael. For all you know, Michael is the “Government Godfather”
Michael is anything but good T.K., but how do I prove that . Can I? I’m asking you to trust him, to get you out of this mess, but you don’t know a thing about Michael…so let me fill you in.
When Michael was twelve he killed his parents..
Why would Michael do that? Because even at that age, he wasn’t a good person, so he became a criminal. He sank into the criminal underworld. In those days in Memphis, it was no joke, only the toughest of the tough survived. He began an affair, with the wife of one of Memphis’ most powerful drug dealers. But it didn’t last long, he was caught with her in bed by her husband, so he killed both of them. From there he became a rogue, doing whatever he could for safety or money…
You see T.K., that’s what I’m doing here, a job. A job for money, much like you used to do.
But don’t worry T.K. I can save you…
Michael presses his ear closer to the wall and begins to laugh.
Wait, what is that…. I’m making a mistake. Yes, yes, I know what you’re doing here…
Michael stops again suddenly and smiles again….
You’re going to tell them….tell them what…..wait Michael’s life story?
Michael backs away from the wall and looks directly into the camera.
Considering it was a lie, it won’t do you much good…you see no one will ever know Michaels full story, T.K. We all have roles in life, the quicker you understand your role in this crazy web, the easier it will be for you T.K. “Crazy Boy” has accepted his role, he understands there is no need to fight, that the events that have lead to my debut and my eventual triumphs in PCW, were set in motion long ago. The gods have chosen my path and resistance will be futile. He chooses not to interfere with the willingness of the gods. For this he shall be rewarded…
You on the other hand, you have chosen to interfere, but once again T.K. your self preservation is my goal. As I stand over you at Return to Glory, as I allow you to keep a level of consciousness that will only allow you to comprehend what is going on, to register the actions that are happening, while your body can do nothing to stop it. As you lay in the center of the ring, with just enough life in your system to see my hand raised in victory, your moment of realization will come. The burden that you carry so heavily on your shoulders will be taken away. The lies that you have told yourself for years, will give way to truths, the questions that you have answered with fallacies to justify your existence, will be replaced with truths that will justify the decisions you’ve made. The weight that will be lifted from your body….from your mind….and from your soul, will lead you to another level, that you never even thought capable, T.K.
And in that moment, I will look down upon you and ask you one simple question T.K. and that is “Do you trust me?”
Michael gathers all of his papers from the desk, he stands up and shuts off the desk lamp. The small amount of lighting in the room, gives us just enough of a glimpse to see Michael slip out of the left side of the shot.
AH HAHAHA, all you have to do T.K. is “Trust Me!”
The scene fades to black as Michael Soloman's laughter is heard in the background.